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“Arms out, straight above your head, naughty girl.”

There’s no use fighting him or saying a word. He’s not someone who can be negotiated with.

Daddy cuffs my wrists to the headboard and then attaches something to my ankles. I can’t see it, but as soon as it’s in place, there’s a popping noise, and he jerks my knees wider. “It’s a spreader bar, naughty girl. It will keep you from closing your legs while I discipline you.”

The position I’m in is awkward, and I feel exposed. My breasts are flat against the bed, but my pussy is wide open.

Daddy sets one palm on the small of my back and the other on my bottom. “Why am I punishing you, Rava?”

“Because I argued with you about the marn.”

“Are you allowed to argue with Daddy?”

“No, Sir.” I sniffle, frustration consuming me. I need to learn to think before I speak.

Daddy swats my bottom hard. It hurts so much that I lift my head and cry out. He didn’t use his hand. The thwack was different.

He does it again in another spot, the pain radiating through my body and making me clench my teeth. Tears run down my cheeks.

After a few more well-placed slaps of what I assume must be a wooden paddle, he grabs my hips and lifts them. “Pull your knees closer to your chest, naughty pet.”

The position pushes my bottom much higher. My pussy is so exposed. It’s also dripping.

Daddy swats the backs of my thighs in several places.

I’m panting through the throbbing pain. Meanwhile, every slap of the wood against my butt and thighs radiates to my pussy, leaving me throbbing. It’s irrational. Why would I get aroused from being punished so harshly?

Several more swats land all over my skin, leaving me burning inside and out. When he finally sets the paddle down, he reaches between my legs and thrusts a finger into my pussy.

A gargled scream escapes my lips as my need increases tenfold. All it would take would be one touch to my clit, and I would get release.

But Daddy doesn’t give me that. He leaves his finger buried deep inside me, not moving. “Stay still, naughty pet.”

I pant, my back arching as I lift my face. The worst desperation consumes me until I’m trembling with need. I don’t dare beg or whine. Instead, I bite my bottom lip to hold back the urge and endure the ebbing arousal as tears track down my face.

It seems like forever before Daddy removes his finger from my pussy, easing it out slowly.

I whimper.

“Naughty pets who are disobedient do not get orgasms.”

I drop my face, exhausted and frustrated.

Daddy releases my wrists, lifts me off the bed by the hips, and turns me so I’m facing away from him. “On your knees, Rava,” he orders.

The bar between my ankles is still in place, forcing me to kneel with my legs spread wide.

“Reach behind your bottom and clasp your hands together. I want your shoulders pulled back.”

I do as I’m told, still sniffling. My breasts thrust forward.

“Good girl,” he praises, which makes me realize he has never once raised his voice. He’s so matter-of-fact, even when he’s punishing me.

“I’m going to brush out your hair and braid it, Little pet. Stay still for me.”

I tremble the entire time. It feels so good to have him work through the tangles in my hair. My cream is dripping down my inner thighs. My bottom is on fire. But my heart is oddly at peace. Daddy isn’t mad at me. He’s simply asserting his authority.

I don’t like disappointing him. I will learn to hold my tongue in the future.